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when a cute guy is hitting on you, even if you have absolutely no intention of entertaining his offer.
    “Well, I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he says, giving me a little kiss on the cheek. “And good luck to James on the Man of the Year award.”
    “Thanks, Ethan,” I smile. “Good luck to you too.”
    I feel like it’s the polite thing to say, though I know that both Ethan and James are up for the coveted award, so I don’t know if I should be wishing luck to my boyfriend’s competitor.
    “Thank you, gorgeous,” he nods with a wink.
    Ethan’s charming, very much like James, and I know that he’ll probably amp up the flirtation tomorrow to try to ruffle James, especially if it's my man who walks away with that trophy.
    I’m still feeling a little flushed as I make my way back to the bar. It’s almost hilarious to me that I went through years of never having any men interested in me and now I have two porn stars who want to plant their flag on me as part of some sort of power display. Guys and their possessive acts of male dominance. I roll my eyes as the thought crosses my mind.
    My flattered smile fades when I see that my own porn star rival, Tara Morgan, has found her way to my group. I met her several years ago and I could tell right away that she was carrying a pretty major torch for James. He and I were just friends at the time, but she stared me down like I’d stolen her boyfriend or something. I remember her and her friend referring to me as “the high school girl” and looking down their noses at me the whole day. I found out later that Tara and James had a few off-screen flings after shoots and that he was pretty sure she wanted something more than just sex, but that he didn’t want to give it to her.
    She’s got on an incredibly short ice blue mini dress, way too much makeup and she’s holding what appears to be an appletini in her French manicured hand. Her other hand rests on James’ arm, and I don’t care for that one bit. She’s laughing and pretending that she’s having the greatest time in the world while she chats with the guys.
    On average, I find that porn stars are very affectionate and their physical boundaries are … let’s just say more lenient than your average person. They think nothing of kissing each other on the lips or halfway groping each other in public—just like with Kayla earlier tonight. Tara Morgan, however, is a different story. Her motivation is decidedly more sinister than the other girls in this room.
    “Hey, Tara,” I say, giving her one of those subtle, warning glances. Bitch, you better get your hands off my man!
    “Hi, Lola,” she grins, spitefully leaning closer to James.
    He shifts a little, loosening her grip on him as Chad and Alejandro look at me like they’re ready for this to break into a Jerry Springer girl fight.
    “How are you doing tonight?” I ask her with chilly politeness.
    “Great! So excited for tomorrow! You’re probably not used to anything like this, huh?” she says with that patronizing cuteness that makes me want to slap her.
    “Nope, never been to a porn award show before,” I shake my head, sticking to the facts in an effort to refrain from saying what I’m currently thinking about her, her hand on James’ arm, her slutty dress or the fact that I can see a little bit of the glue from her extensions towards the back of her head.
    “These things are so fun,” she smiles. “We always have a good time, don’t we, sexy?” she adds, running her fingers down James’ chest. “Every year, you and me, we just get wild.”
    “Yeah, it’s always pretty fun,” he smiles subtly, inching back a bit more. Well done, James!
    “Tomorrow’s gonna be like ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ for you,” she giggles annoyingly. “I hope your ready for some craziness.”
    I give her a fake smile and shrug. “I’m sure it’ll be just lovely,” I say, laying on the sarcasm just a bit too thickly to go